<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710</id><updated>2011-11-28T12:54:57.871+11:00</updated><category term='natural'/><category term='flash'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='muscles'/><category term='Sony'/><category term='perspective'/><category term='Catriona'/><category term='Rollei'/><category term='beach'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Nikon D3'/><category term='Chris'/><category term='vultures'/><category term='music'/><category term='high ISO'/><category term='low light'/><category term='police'/><category term='Nikon D700'/><category term='Olympus'/><category term='street photography'/><category term='led zeppelin'/><category term='portraits'/><category term='Panasonic'/><category term='people'/><category term='Frankston'/><category term='Paulo'/><category term='Canon'/><category term='budgie'/><category term='Nikon'/><category term='fleetwood'/><category term='family'/><category term='Justine'/><category term='Stew'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='faces'/><category term='Will'/><category term='melbourne'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='dance'/><category term='Leica'/><category term='alleys'/><title type='text'>Willie Fagan - phototalk</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings and random thoughts on the world of photography.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-2726315492443596959</id><published>2011-02-23T15:43:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:20:49.900+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muscles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justine'/><title type='text'>Late afternoon beach shoot...</title><content type='html'>Welcome,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I was asked by friend, model, fitness instructor and fellow photographer &lt;a href="http://www.mariyamova.com/"&gt;Mariya Mova&lt;/a&gt; to come along to a 'beach fitness shoot' that she had organised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No need to ask twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to use a fairly secluded beach at Davey's Bay in the South East region of Melbourne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several of the intended participants pulled out as the weather was a little threatening.  Those who did come along were only too willing to get into the spirit of the occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few of the images from the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christian:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainer/Instructor Fitness and Kung Fu.   Amiable, easy going (and downright scary - just kiddin' Chris). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wf7-FTMlI74/TWSSyOp_zFI/AAAAAAAAALY/mPCHy8In1UQ/s1600/chris%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wf7-FTMlI74/TWSSyOp_zFI/AAAAAAAAALY/mPCHy8In1UQ/s320/chris%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576743630216875090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kiHnflOYdgc/TWSTm6SM5pI/AAAAAAAAALg/xkRUbTkNFuw/s1600/chris%2B3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kiHnflOYdgc/TWSTm6SM5pI/AAAAAAAAALg/xkRUbTkNFuw/s320/chris%2B3b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576744535281428114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal trainer -director.  Easy going with a great smile!&lt;br /&gt;More info can be found&lt;a href="http://http://www.justineswitalla.com/"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZXFf3iq0co/TWSTnCCoCsI/AAAAAAAAALo/Y3fip4XU1vU/s1600/justine%2Btest%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZXFf3iq0co/TWSTnCCoCsI/AAAAAAAAALo/Y3fip4XU1vU/s320/justine%2Btest%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576744537363581634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_17y9_7QI60/TWSTnbBwAVI/AAAAAAAAALw/6m9bu2DknIg/s1600/justine%2Btest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_17y9_7QI60/TWSTnbBwAVI/AAAAAAAAALw/6m9bu2DknIg/s320/justine%2Btest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576744544070795602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 'behind the scene' shot, taken and copyright by Mariya: This was during shooting the sequence that resulted in the previous image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S288uBVg7Qc/TWSUnG_08OI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2myDjBlVrTo/s1600/beach%2Bshoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S288uBVg7Qc/TWSUnG_08OI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2myDjBlVrTo/s320/beach%2Bshoot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576745638205649122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo:&lt;br /&gt;Bodybuilder - a mountain of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNSZF6Uk5rc/TWSTnmLORII/AAAAAAAAAL4/XXAYoHiCAsc/s1600/paulo%2B1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNSZF6Uk5rc/TWSTnmLORII/AAAAAAAAAL4/XXAYoHiCAsc/s320/paulo%2B1b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576744547063317634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this image I tried to convey the size of Paulo. He reminded me of an ancient monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-18FLc5LwEBc/TWSTn_Z6vqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vk1CIAtkB88/s1600/paulo%2B2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-18FLc5LwEBc/TWSTn_Z6vqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vk1CIAtkB88/s320/paulo%2B2b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576744553835839138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a great afternoon was had. Thanks for the invitation Mariya - and thanks to the models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-2726315492443596959?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/2726315492443596959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2011/02/late-afternoon-beach-shoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/2726315492443596959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/2726315492443596959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2011/02/late-afternoon-beach-shoot.html' title='Late afternoon beach shoot...'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wf7-FTMlI74/TWSSyOp_zFI/AAAAAAAAALY/mPCHy8In1UQ/s72-c/chris%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-7321723850889003140</id><published>2010-12-27T23:12:00.017+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:46:46.205+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low light'/><title type='text'>Faces in the light....faces in the life...</title><content type='html'>Welcome,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The human face has been and will undoubtedly continue to be the most common subject for artists.  No-one could ever guess how many paintings, drawings, sculptures or other forms of artistic expression have been been made with the human as subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Likewise with photography - in the past one hundred and fifty odd years who knows how many billions of images have been made of the human form?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are just a very few of the faces I had the privilege of photographing this year with a comment or two on technique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiGMCxQ6kI/AAAAAAAAAKE/eNdoFXVnFSI/s1600/_DSC2607%2Bsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiGMCxQ6kI/AAAAAAAAAKE/eNdoFXVnFSI/s400/_DSC2607%2Bsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555337681821559362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nynah resting on the shoulder of her mother, Marcella.  With Marcella slightly shaded and out of focus, all attention is drawn to Nynah's remarkable eyes.  Overcast skies and shade give the soft light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiGMVIJLZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/00AnmcOf0WQ/s1600/budha%2Bday%2Bsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiGMVIJLZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/00AnmcOf0WQ/s400/budha%2Bday%2Bsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555337686749359506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was made during the 'Buddha day' celebrations in Melbourne.  The sun was lighting the young woman's back, while light reflecting from a building to camera left lit her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiGMjrPWjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/5vlbNuGj2lY/s1600/_DSC2348%2Bsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiGMjrPWjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/5vlbNuGj2lY/s400/_DSC2348%2Bsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555337690654661170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you may have to 'help' the sun.  Paul and Sophie were photographed on a fairly changeable overcast Melbourne day.  A high FP flash was used to light them, allowing use of a very large aperture for limited depth of field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiGMq9cOPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yUS8BF35w50/s1600/_DSC8874%2Bsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiGMq9cOPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yUS8BF35w50/s400/_DSC8874%2Bsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555337692610050290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another example of off camera flash.  This may look to be a sunlit image, but in fact Peter was standing in heavy shade.  A flash positioned to  camera left lit the image.  Often an image lit by off camera flash outdoors has a distinct 'flash' look about it.  I prefer to try to keep it as natural looking as possible.    As &lt;a href="http://www.joemcnally.com/blog/"&gt;Joe McNally&lt;/a&gt; often says " ..there has to be a logic to the light that you add.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I think this shot succeeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiMeisqDTI/AAAAAAAAALE/eD9cXvIimn8/s1600/_DSC2700%2Bsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiMeisqDTI/AAAAAAAAALE/eD9cXvIimn8/s400/_DSC2700%2Bsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555344596699581746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Black and white images can look good on a dull day.  This is my friend, &lt;a href="http://www.movafitness.com/index.php?pr=Home_Page"&gt;Mariya&lt;/a&gt;, a fitness instructor, model and photographer.  Spot metering is almost a must on days such as this.  I often find myself using this or centre-weighted metering.  Rarely do I use the matrix metering when photographing people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiGM_1oR2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/CTVWaU5T7PA/s1600/flourish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiGM_1oR2I/AAAAAAAAAKk/CTVWaU5T7PA/s400/flourish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555337698214430562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Indoor shots can throw up different lighting situations. This is Bridget, the chef at a local cafe.  Lit by the lights in the display glass while being separated from the background by the light coming through the cafe doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiMeNpP7-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/BbrUMgAwTBE/s1600/ashlea%2Bsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiMeNpP7-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/BbrUMgAwTBE/s400/ashlea%2Bsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555344591048142818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlea.  Seated just inside a barn on her farm.  The soft light is coming through a large door immediately behind the camera position.  Being in the shade but lit this way can produce a beautiful soft light.  Careful metering is required.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiMeV6PEZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yffGNEg0peU/s1600/tia%2Bsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiMeV6PEZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yffGNEg0peU/s400/tia%2Bsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555344593266872722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tia is here lit by the light streaming in through large opaque windows.  As in the image of Ashlea, the light is not striking her directly.  The natural fall-off produces a lovely vignette.  I placed her on the stairs to show her how to make a quick portrait.  Tia is a quick learner with a great passion for photography.   I'm not sure if the handrail highlights detract or add to the image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiMeRvVSqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cWHQ-9SULGQ/s1600/sophie%2Band%2Bpaul%2Bbook%2B0101%2Bsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiMeRvVSqI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cWHQ-9SULGQ/s400/sophie%2Band%2Bpaul%2Bbook%2B0101%2Bsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555344592147401378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When photographing indoors, ironically you sometimes have virtually no control over the lights.  This is Sophie from the earlier image dancing like a banshee at her wedding reception.  I personally never use flash at a wedding.  I believe it totally detracts from the atmosphere and prevents the photographer from being unobtrusive.  In that case one just has to accept whatever light is given.  In this instance I used spot metering and auto WB as the light was changing rapidly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiMe3SP9HI/AAAAAAAAALM/WD9qYbIyLPc/s1600/Linh%2B023%2Bsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiMe3SP9HI/AAAAAAAAALM/WD9qYbIyLPc/s400/Linh%2B023%2Bsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555344602225964146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Linh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you just put away all the expesive stuff, relax on the couch and just use a polaroid to make the image.  One of my favourites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stay safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-7321723850889003140?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/7321723850889003140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2010/12/faces-in-lightfaces-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/7321723850889003140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/7321723850889003140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2010/12/faces-in-lightfaces-in-life.html' title='Faces in the light....faces in the life...'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TRiGMCxQ6kI/AAAAAAAAAKE/eNdoFXVnFSI/s72-c/_DSC2607%2Bsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-6653318705540723339</id><published>2010-12-18T22:30:00.015+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:19:57.379+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a tool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TQynAWQ_qeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6HirEz74rsk/s1600/MERGE%2B3%2BBflat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TQynAWQ_qeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6HirEz74rsk/s400/MERGE%2B3%2BBflat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551996065059678690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Welcome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while, but what the heck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I recently had a conversation with an acquaintance on one of the popular social media sites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He asked me what I thought the next year may hold in store when it comes to the release of new cameras from a certain manufacturer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I gave him my thoughts.  The conversation then went back and forth for some time regarding the merits of this current camera versus that current camera versus another current camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was in fact quite a pointless discussion as he tended to disregard the initial question he himself had asked.  Later he mentioned that he enjoyed a good debate on the matter.  I did say to him that he has enough experience in this game - indeed he is quite an accomplished and successful photographer - to make up his own mind on what kind of gear he wants to buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing that kept cropping up was his view that the Nikon D3x was massively overpriced and not good value for the money.  Now it seems to me that his reference to the cost was because it is a camera that he would like to use for the new line of work he intends to get into.  Indeed, I reckon it is the perfect camera for what he wants to do. My own view on the cost is totally the opposite of his.  I reckon it is worth every cent and so does every photographer that I know who actually owns one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does that mean that his view is wrong and mine is right? Or vice-versa?  Nope.  Not at all.  It just means we look at the same item with a different set of values.  If I could actually afford one I would get it tomorrow. No hesitation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This same sort of thinking also arose recently when I was shooting for a magazine.  The brief was to get shots of tradesmen using tools on building sites as well as studio cover shot (at top of post).  The major shots were of power tools supplied by the magazine for the article.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TQyn2-vpZaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0RNDXHwgyM4/s1600/_DSC4777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TQyn2-vpZaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0RNDXHwgyM4/s400/_DSC4777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551997003638597026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This guy was about 15 feet up the ladder. An SB-900 flash on a very tall light stand into his  face and an SB-800 held by another tradesman was used to light the wall.  Using remote wireless flash systems on modern digital gear makes this sort of work a lot easier than in days gone by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However we also did some grab shots of one of the men using a hammer.  Here's the point - the hammer he was using costs around $300!  Yep, $300.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TQynA06zvOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lAfokd8vAdg/s1600/_DSC4866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TQynA06zvOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lAfokd8vAdg/s400/_DSC4866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551996073288121570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Would you pay $300.00 for this hammer? To the tradesman it is worth it. To others, maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, no-one who knows me well could ever honestly describe me as anything like a handyman or even remotely dextrous and capable with tools.  So if I needed a hammer I would go down to a local store and spend maybe $30 or $40 dollars on one.  Hey I don't even know the prices - I'm just picking that figure out of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However - for that tradie a hammer that costs $300 makes a lot of sense.  For us lay folk it seems awfully expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Same with the tools a photographer uses.  There are obviously a lot of pros around the globe who can justify the cost of a D3x.  There are still others who can't do so.  Horses for courses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(wait until late next year when the next model comes out - some folk are gonna faint at the cost)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like any field of endeavor you can get something that will do the job and will do it pretty well.  Or you can get the tool that is undoubtedly the best for the job.  Of course it depends on finances too.  Either way, only the end user can decide what is worth it for her or him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always believed that in photography you get the best that you can - at least the best gear you can possibly afford.  The first SLR I bought was when I was a teenager.  It was an old Ricoh Singlex TLS.  Even when I got it new in late 1976 it was outdated.  Still, I learned a lot with that machine. Still got it too although it does need a service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TQynBHGmLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UMQAwEvxfWk/s1600/_DSC5203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TQynBHGmLQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UMQAwEvxfWk/s400/_DSC5203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551996078169402626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;My first SLR - Ricoh Singlex TLS. Outdated even when I got it new in December 1976&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In June 1981 I got my first Nikon - an FE.  Still got that too.  Still use it.  Recently I have been shooting Ilford black and white in it.  Feels great.  There's something about getting back to where it began and enjoying the image making process in the way I did it for so many years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TQynBT_-Z9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/dLfEiMQBiDM/s1600/_DSC5198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TQynBT_-Z9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/dLfEiMQBiDM/s400/_DSC5198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551996081631291346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;My first Nikon.  The FE with its original E series 50mm f1.8.  It's been bashed around over the years but works perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Will I go back to using that one or any of the other film cameras I have when I do commercial work?  I can't see it happening.  While I love using film for personal or fine art work, it makes absolutely no sense whatsoever to use anything other than digital for commercial work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And if I can make that distinction, then it also makes perfect sense to make the distinction that the digital equipment I use should be the best possible equipment that I can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, they are only tools.  Yes, some seem to be outrageously priced (just as a $300 hammer seems outrageous to me).  However, and this is the point that I think may have eluded my earlier mentioned acquaintance, no-one  forces anyone to buy anything.  If you want it or need it and you can afford it, get it.  If you don't, don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stay safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-6653318705540723339?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/6653318705540723339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-tool.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/6653318705540723339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/6653318705540723339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-tool.html' title='It&apos;s a tool'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TQynAWQ_qeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6HirEz74rsk/s72-c/MERGE%2B3%2BBflat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-6250369023736426777</id><published>2010-06-17T10:53:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T11:14:15.797+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"....I've been smiling lately...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TBl14u-BwqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lTj9CuteHUY/s1600/_DSC4318+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TBl14u-BwqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lTj9CuteHUY/s400/_DSC4318+b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483543638841606818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After nearly three and a half decades,  one of the great figures of popular music played in Melbourne last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yusuf Islam, formerly known as Cat Stevens played a brilliant two hour set which had the audience in mixed feelings of joy and love. Warm and sincere is a good way to describe the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of new tracks sprinkled among a marvelous playlist of great memories gave the crowd much to appreciate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As described in a previous post, one had to be alert to get the camera past the metal-detecting folk at the gate. Success (if you know how).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple of shots from the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TBl16ZQI6OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_EXBjmQMmjE/s1600/_DSC4362b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TBl16ZQI6OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/_EXBjmQMmjE/s400/_DSC4362b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483543667371731170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should he return to your town - get a ticket. Go see him.  Revel in a rare, delightful experience.  You will not be disappointed to board this Peace Train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TBl15MVM7DI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TNgdQEHFM0s/s1600/_DSC4345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TBl15MVM7DI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TNgdQEHFM0s/s400/_DSC4345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483543646723435570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome back Yusuf/Cat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-6250369023736426777?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/6250369023736426777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-been-smiling-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/6250369023736426777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/6250369023736426777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-been-smiling-lately.html' title='&quot;....I&apos;ve been smiling lately....&quot;'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/TBl14u-BwqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lTj9CuteHUY/s72-c/_DSC4318+b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-5076704428894812912</id><published>2010-01-21T17:36:00.024+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:52:54.810+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vultures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='led zeppelin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='budgie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fleetwood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>From a Budgie to a Vulture, and some things in between</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/S1f7S-qV50I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JrZO3Cf5Uf0/s1600-h/_DSC3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/S1f7S-qV50I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JrZO3Cf5Uf0/s400/_DSC3454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429084179295233858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of my big loves other than photography is music.  Always have, always will love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whether it is belting out in the car or going around in my head,  I always seem to have it going on somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;Lindsey Buckingham and John McVie of Fleetwood Mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lately it seems a lot of 'older' acts have decided the time is ripe to tour and let a new generation of fans see them in concert.  Naturally if it is someone I have always liked I will grab a ticket and see the show.  This is usually done in company of  my daughter Cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 2009 we saw Leonard Cohen, Simon and Garfunkle, Budgie and Fleetwood Mac. I have enjoyed their music since my youth and have waited many years to see them in concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/S1f7fcpiGXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/v5ZIkxlOU-4/s1600-h/_DSC3485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/S1f7fcpiGXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/v5ZIkxlOU-4/s400/_DSC3485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429084393503332722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac with John McVie on bass and an obscured Mick Fleetwood on drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess the only downside to seeing these concerts is that unless you are an accredited photographer, you have a heck of a time trying to get decent shots.  Security are all over anyone with  what they perceive to be a 'pro' outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fleetwood_Mac"&gt;Fleetwood Mac&lt;/a&gt; concert they were even going into the crowd to hassle people with point and shoot cameras.  Security claimed that it was at the band's request,  but the band didn't seem to mind when those at front of stage were shooting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Budgie_(band)"&gt;Budgie&lt;/a&gt; didn't care - you could go for it as long as you respected the request not to use flash.  A great attitude.  Here is founder and bass player Burke Shelly getting close with crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/S1f79kf9uxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wW5KQvzXScs/s1600-h/budgie3339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/S1f79kf9uxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wW5KQvzXScs/s400/budgie3339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429084911006759698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still, the feeble minded folk who run the venues have to do something to make themselves feel superior I guess.  Give us all a break folks.  It does no-one any harm.  No one is going to make a killing selling any shots of a group from the back of an auditorium! For what it is worth, many P&amp;amp;S cameras have longer effective lenses than the ones serious photographers  have to sneak in to the venue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway - enough of that gripe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week I flew to Perth with Cat and Jess, her friend. The concert this time was "&lt;a href="http://www.themcrookedvultures.com/us/home"&gt;Them Crooked Vultures&lt;/a&gt;" a new 'supergroup' consisting of Josh Homme from "Queens of the Stone Age", Dave Grohl from "Foo Fighters" and "Nirvana" and John Paul Jones from &lt;a href="http://www.ledzeppelin.com/"&gt;"Led Zeppelin".&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The concert was LOUD, HEAVY and most enjoyable. Fairly QOTSA with a deal of LZ influence combined with industrial strength steroids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/S1gALqgVieI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3gRCuErHz5E/s1600-h/_DSC3632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/S1gALqgVieI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3gRCuErHz5E/s400/_DSC3632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429089551183612386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;John Paul Jones, Dave Grohl and Josh Homme.  JPJ is playing a custom 'slide bass'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having waited since about 1972 to see John Paul Jones in concert there was no way I was going to miss the first Australian date of this band.  It was not disappointing. Amazing things can happen when very talented people get together in a creative sense and if they park their egos at the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/S1gBCQZr4xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/02vSBQYISbg/s1600-h/_DSC3667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/S1gBCQZr4xI/AAAAAAAAAIw/02vSBQYISbg/s400/_DSC3667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429090489069200146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;John Paul Jones on keyboards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's hope that their first album is not their last and this tour not the last either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whatever your taste in music - enjoy it to the fullest, and as always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stay safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-5076704428894812912?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/5076704428894812912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-budgie-to-vulture-and-some-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/5076704428894812912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/5076704428894812912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-budgie-to-vulture-and-some-things.html' title='From a Budgie to a Vulture, and some things in between'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/S1f7S-qV50I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JrZO3Cf5Uf0/s72-c/_DSC3454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-1619842058091317112</id><published>2009-12-19T21:53:00.019+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:28:41.256+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikon D700'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portraits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high ISO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low light'/><title type='text'>Return to beauty (redux) - Trang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SyzDS7b8j4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uAUdHdWzXZ0/s1600-h/c92-recept7641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SyzDS7b8j4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uAUdHdWzXZ0/s400/c92-recept7641.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416919181779832706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Syy27G-1LDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vZUHJGb9oH0/s1600-h/_DSC5803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Syy27G-1LDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vZUHJGb9oH0/s400/_DSC5803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416905578422545458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since my February post on &lt;a href="http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/02/return-to-beauty.html"&gt;beauty (and addiction thereto)&lt;/a&gt;,  I have had the pleasure of photographing Trang, an acquaintance of whom I have the highest esteem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We met nearly three years ago and clicked almost immediately.  In that time I have watched as she has gone through various situations including personal tragedy, career changes and recently, marriage to a wonderful young man, Han.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Syy7ObxqMNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SM-Hpr0UcEs/s1600-h/_DSC5859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Syy7ObxqMNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SM-Hpr0UcEs/s400/_DSC5859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416910308468469970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No matter what the situation there remains a certain constancy about her.  She is kind, gentle of nature, funny, caring,  generous of spirit, strong and loving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is the epitome of beauty in more ways than one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple of months ago she asked me to photograph her wedding.  In the ensuing discussion it became apparent that Trang had a distaste for the current in-vogue style of wedding photography practiced by  most wedding photographers these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead, she preferred the images to capture what happens on the day.  This fitted in with my own strongly held beliefs on wedding photography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Syy9YsviXjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/P9ba6QLnfTE/s1600-h/a-salon6634b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Syy9YsviXjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/P9ba6QLnfTE/s400/a-salon6634b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416912683844918834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My personal philosophy is that once the photographer takes charge or 'directs' the scene, it is no longer the couple's day, but the vision of the photographer.  My own preference is that the photography should record the authentic happenings of a sacred event on a special day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course that does not preclude making a few formal or semi formal portrait images on the day.  After all, weddings are a great opportunity to get images of family and friends who may not have come together for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SyzCaIz_BBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/V089n0ivKXY/s1600-h/b-hotel6976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SyzCaIz_BBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/V089n0ivKXY/s400/b-hotel6976.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416918206117774354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a handful of so-called 'setups' may be ok.  What I seriously object to is the overwhelmingly staged, contrived, controlled images which are a product of the photographer's idea of how the wedding should be, rather than a genuine, respectful observation of the day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, that is not to decry the very talented practitioners of the other style.  Far from it.  I am in awe of the talent that some of those photographers possess.  It is the style that I detest, not the talent or the photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An analogy could be that while I acknowledge the great talents of musicians, there are obviously, like everyone else, some genres that I cannot stand.  Likewise with photography - I can respect the artist, if not the style of the art. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I was somewhat pleased when Trang voiced the same preferences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SyzB8AXsn-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/NEk7FOrzX-g/s1600-h/c38-recept7205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SyzB8AXsn-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/NEk7FOrzX-g/s400/c38-recept7205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416917688455569378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the wedding day the three of us spent an afternoon in Melbourne as a kind of pre-wedding shoot.  Ironically, this involved more 'direction' than the wedding shoot itself.  Most shooters have it the other way around - a semi-relaxed pre -wedding shoot and a highly directed wedding!   You just got to love irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, to cut the story short - the wedding was a delight.  I spent the day with Trang and her lady companions (there's that addiction to beauty again) photographing whatever  happened pre-ceremony, the actual ceremony and the reception.  It was a joy to witness the event and I am grateful for the experience.  It was one of the best weddings that I have ever attended.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SyzEDUBseLI/AAAAAAAAAII/g5_nc--XKls/s1600-h/c91-trang+drink+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SyzEDUBseLI/AAAAAAAAAII/g5_nc--XKls/s400/c91-trang+drink+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416920013014333618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a bonus, they loved the images.  Now that is always a relief!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little footnote for the photographers.  The light at the reception was so low that the ISO was often around 4000 or so, lens at f2, shutter at 1/25th! Low is not the word!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where the recent tools such as the D700 come into their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The image below was 6400ISO, 1/200th at f2.8 on the 24-70 nikkor (set at 35mm), auto -white balance.  Pretty capable  little camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SyzAGVgkGBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9xyGRmE-bw4/s1600-h/_DSC5693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SyzAGVgkGBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9xyGRmE-bw4/s400/_DSC5693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416915666905339922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Trang, Han and all lovers of beauty -&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-1619842058091317112?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/1619842058091317112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/12/return-to-beauty-redux-trang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/1619842058091317112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/1619842058091317112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/12/return-to-beauty-redux-trang.html' title='Return to beauty (redux) - Trang'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SyzDS7b8j4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uAUdHdWzXZ0/s72-c/c92-recept7641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-8123142343855172659</id><published>2009-10-19T00:18:00.012+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:09:51.612+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alleys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>Random Melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It has been a while since I last posted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life gets busy.  Sometimes putting stuff on a blog isn't as important as doing other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to get back into the swing of things, here are a few random images from Melbourne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I leave the front door of my home I have a camera with me - always!  As &lt;a href="http://jaymaisel.com/"&gt;Jay Maisel&lt;/a&gt; says - "It's hard to photograph without a camera".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are a few from various recent wanderings. All found, none staged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/StsYKlSNc6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/nsP13kQRrKI/s1600-h/tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/StsYKlSNc6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/nsP13kQRrKI/s400/tulips.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393931548792550306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this guy walking through the Tulip gardens at the famous &lt;a href="http://www.tulipfestival.com.au/"&gt;Tesselaars Tulip Festival&lt;/a&gt;. Loved the contrast between him and the plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/StsYLNiAQRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tIiurHzItTk/s1600-h/red+bull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/StsYLNiAQRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tIiurHzItTk/s400/red+bull.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393931559596212498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down one of Melbourne's alleys my eye caught sight of this RedBull can perched on wood attached to a wall. I just loved the way the paint and the colours of the can were made for each other. An artistic litterer perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/StsYLk7WoYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Lj5_TIQ64Mc/s1600-h/graffiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/StsYLk7WoYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Lj5_TIQ64Mc/s400/graffiti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393931565876552066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down another alley is this amazing piece of wall art. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/StsYL8oE5gI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VKGN7kt1Zqk/s1600-h/jetty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/StsYL8oE5gI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VKGN7kt1Zqk/s400/jetty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393931572238149122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my local beach they have been re-constructing the jetty. Most folk just kind of walk by.  I like to get an image or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/StsYMWZnywI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OMamqPW5HUA/s1600-h/arrest+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/StsYMWZnywI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OMamqPW5HUA/s400/arrest+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393931579156843266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this scene this morning. What's a man to do but get the shot? (see my February post about getting the shot - 'you either do, or you don't').&lt;br /&gt;While the young chaps were facing the wall, several police officers were searching their vehicle.  It's times like these you have to stand on your conviction to get the shot.  The rather large man in uniform did not like to have his picture taken. Tough luck for him I say.&lt;br /&gt;No amount of overbearing approach or attempts at intimidation should put you off doing what you have to do.  Funny how they back down when you stand up for your rights.  Bottom line  - if you're not causing an obstruction to their duties and you are not breaking any laws yourself, then you have every right to make the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Victoria Police public relations department - a courteous manner of speaking to members of the public who are going about their lawful business is always appreciated.  Bad manners and a surly disposition are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it won't be such a long time until my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-8123142343855172659?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/8123142343855172659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-melbourne.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/8123142343855172659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/8123142343855172659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-melbourne.html' title='Random Melbourne'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/StsYKlSNc6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/nsP13kQRrKI/s72-c/tulips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-8284922511241458208</id><published>2009-05-12T09:39:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:03:12.463+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catriona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>A 21 year old Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Sgi6WW0Et3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EZ0zzXXBNgw/s1600-h/cat+at+7wks+001+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Sgi6WW0Et3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EZ0zzXXBNgw/s400/cat+at+7wks+001+b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334718651864233842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A very short update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, May 12th,  is the twenty first anniversary of the birth of my youngest child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When she was about three years of age I overheard a chat between her mother and a friend. They were watching Catriona and me and the friend commented how much I adored my daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her mother responded "Yes, Catriona has him wrapped around her little finger in a way that nobody else ever will".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was right. Of course, things change over the years, but there is probably a small element of that remaining. I don't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This first photo was taken when Cat (as she is generally known) was only seven weeks old. The image was made by her mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second image was made by me on a recent trip to Scotland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Sgi6WjTEU2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/vJZ-pPCe_4Y/s1600-h/CAMF+scotland+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Sgi6WjTEU2I/AAAAAAAAAGY/vJZ-pPCe_4Y/s400/CAMF+scotland+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334718655215457122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every parent who reads this knows of the joys, sadnesses, laughter and tears of raising kids. You don't need me to remind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that it is an amazing journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you Cat. Thanks too to your older brothers Will and Stew. To Lynda - thank you for giving me such wonderful children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than ever do I mean it when I say, with love -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-8284922511241458208?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/8284922511241458208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/05/21-year-old-cat.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/8284922511241458208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/8284922511241458208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/05/21-year-old-cat.html' title='A 21 year old Cat'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Sgi6WW0Et3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EZ0zzXXBNgw/s72-c/cat+at+7wks+001+b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-5190776195322880406</id><published>2009-05-09T22:06:00.041+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:44:24.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Scanning the memory bank</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It has been a while since the last post.  You know how life sort of creeps up and steals your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Of course, since the last time I was here I have been incredibly busy. After all, walking on the beach, drinking coffee, seeing friends and acquaintances, interstate travel and playing with the cat can keep a fellow occupied for an eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Naturally I have been out and about with a camera too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One thing I have done since last time was acquire a decent scanner.  So among all the other things that have occupied my time, this week I have been experimenting with said scanner to figure out the best way of preserving images that were captured on film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have to say that I reckon this will be an interesting challenge.  It is also exiting to look at images from years ago and recall the circumstances that surrounded their creation. Some of the memories still make me smile.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Some of the folk that I photographed are no longer with us.  Others are no longer in close contact.  Yet others are still friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;People change.  The world changes too.  So does how we view faces and places from the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes it is good to revisit them by means of an image, rather than a memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I guess I have a bit of work ahead of me to digitize my 'pre-digital' photography.  It will be good to finally get it done and have some sort of backup of all the old stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Problem is - I think that I will be too easily distracted when I come across some image that transports me to another place or to another face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So it may be that I will post the occasional shot from the 'archives' here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here are a couple of characters recorded on film and now captured on the scanner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SgV1bke3_7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/QI-mEQgJWCs/s1600-h/35mm+test+ICE++001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SgV1bke3_7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/QI-mEQgJWCs/s400/35mm+test+ICE++001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333798450200313778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                                              &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Alaska Railroad - 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SgV3ZszCglI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UcTMWmmQQOo/s1600-h/test+may+9+09+B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SgV3ZszCglI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UcTMWmmQQOo/s400/test+may+9+09+B013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333800617095889490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SgV3P8WxYVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nFHzdxrWIHI/s400/35mm+test+011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333800449473601874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;                                                                              Vanuatu - 1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SgV5Ky7ZphI/AAAAAAAAAF4/j869o0ivJjo/s1600-h/test+may+9+09+B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SgV5Ky7ZphI/AAAAAAAAAF4/j869o0ivJjo/s400/test+may+9+09+B016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333802560066790930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Old woman - 1980&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This image was made with the first SLR camera I ever owned - a Ricoh Singlex TLS - ancient design even when it was new. FIlm was Ektachrome 64 (had a famous cool colour cast).  She was someone I met as I was walking down the street. Loved the lines on her face and hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SgV60tc7EDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fXpMs7XKBGM/s1600-h/35mm+test+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SgV60tc7EDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fXpMs7XKBGM/s400/35mm+test+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333804379662913586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Derani - 1995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SgV8D2oD5fI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iwZcqiZ-35c/s1600-h/wf+april+76+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SgV8D2oD5fI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iwZcqiZ-35c/s400/wf+april+76+b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333805739335214578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Me - 1976, aged 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It will be interesting for me to 'revisit' some of these images.  I have always thought that one of the underlying reasons that I have such a passion for photography is the desire to try to capture life as it passes - to 'stop' it if you will.  The only way I could ever think of doing that was to record a split second on a piece of film or now in a digital medium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am glad that I had that desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On a slightly sadder note - Carole, a dear acquaintance of mine lost a friend this week.  Her friend had lived with her and her family for almost a year as an exchange student here in Australia before returning home to Canada. Carole went to her friend's wedding last year.  Her friend was in an accident last week and was killed. So now Carole is back in Canada for the funeral.  Her friend was 25.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why write this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Simple.  You see, I have signed off every blog post with the same two words.  I started using those words as a kind of nod of respect to Carole.  She always used to say them when signing off from a phone call or when anyone she knew was starting a journey.  She meant them sincerely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I spoke to her the day before she and her husband left for the funeral.  Even though she was in obvious pain, she still said them again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So Carole, for your journey, and to all others who may read this - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Stay safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-5190776195322880406?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/5190776195322880406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/05/scanning-memory-bank.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/5190776195322880406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/5190776195322880406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/05/scanning-memory-bank.html' title='Scanning the memory bank'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SgV1bke3_7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/QI-mEQgJWCs/s72-c/35mm+test+ICE++001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-498800133400694116</id><published>2009-03-23T22:03:00.012+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:43:06.316+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>The dance goes on</title><content type='html'>Welcome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Scdv2znfUhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KIZJJcAqmxI/s1600-h/090321+125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Scdv2znfUhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KIZJJcAqmxI/s400/090321+125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316340872493617682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night saw the annual 'Latin America' festival held in Frankston.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/ScdwYiFFf7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jvSfTlNJP3c/s1600-h/090321+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/ScdwYiFFf7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jvSfTlNJP3c/s400/090321+063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316341451901468594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a colourful celebration showcasing music, dance, food and culture.  Last year I spent from midday until midnight there enjoying all the sights and sounds and photographing everything in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I didn't realise it was on until I drove past the closed street where it is held.  So I spent a lot less time at it this year.  Still, I managed to get a few shots of the activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that just shows that even if time is limited it is still possible to make images. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you have to do is make sure that you have a camera with you, that you are prepared to use it and most importantly, that you are open to the possibility that there are potential images everywhere if you are willing to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, what can be so bad about rocking up somewhere and photographing something?  I reckon it's a pretty good way of passing your time.  You might even get to meet a few interesting people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier in the week I went to the Cathy Lea School of performing arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Made a few images for the project that I mentioned a few weeks back.  Didn't spend much time there - just an hour or so.  Helps the folks get used to a big stranger with a camera in hand.  &lt;br /&gt;Now that I've been seen around the studios it will be easier to get shots of the students and instructors in a relaxed state.  The more they ignore me the better the images.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/ScdxNxbzmaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/20CMVwtphRI/s1600-h/_DSC2277+BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/ScdxNxbzmaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/20CMVwtphRI/s400/_DSC2277+BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316342366556363170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Street photography and photojournalism are a lot like that.  If you become almost invisible as a photographer then the chances of getting the shot increases.  That's what I reckon anyway. Ironically when you do blend in like that you still get a lot of people approaching and either posing or asking to be photographed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's because you appear less threatening when you blend in. Maybe they are just more comfortable.  Who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just glad that they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-498800133400694116?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/498800133400694116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/03/dance-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/498800133400694116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/498800133400694116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/03/dance-goes-on.html' title='The dance goes on'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Scdv2znfUhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KIZJJcAqmxI/s72-c/090321+125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-5746529849966001070</id><published>2009-03-14T21:57:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:04:00.358+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>Another perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SbulhET0aYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iy8z3DkvaJQ/s1600-h/panda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SbulhET0aYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iy8z3DkvaJQ/s400/panda.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313022172924766594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my experience I have found that most folk tend to have a certain view or perspective on life with which they are happy.  Oft times nothing will budge them from their own cherished viewpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that laughter you hear is some of my acquaintances making thinly veiled references to pots and kettles being black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No probs.  Like everyone else I tend to make decisions, hold viewpoints and stick to them (at least until evidence appears which requires me to make an alteration to my perspective).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographers also tend to have a certain perspective on things.  They may have a certain way of working that they are comfortable with and which results in images with a particular style.  They may hold certain ideals to be true or may have been influenced by other photographers, artists, politicians, religious beliefs or political views.  These can all bring a different view or perspective to the final image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there is visual perspective in the image itself.  This is achieved by a number of means. The most important is of course the camera to subject distance; not as commonly and erroneously held, the focal length of the lens being used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One major constraint that is very common is the format of the camera.  Over the years there have been a number of formats on the market.  These include square formats, 'panoramic' formats and the most common which is a 3:2 rectangular ratio format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SbulhI4qdsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n1vlLMzZ2rM/s1600-h/van+hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SbulhI4qdsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n1vlLMzZ2rM/s400/van+hair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313022174153045698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems fairly common that a lot of photographers shoot with the 3:2 ratio in mind.  Some have even stated that they would never crop an image; that it is somehow more truthful to have the entire image as captured by the camera displayed or printed.  So the question is - does it have to be that way?  If so - why?  The image is captured in a format  that was designed early last century.  Who says it still has to be that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern digital SLR cameras have such  a high quality of resolution that decent crops can be made while still maintaining enough detail to render a high quality image.  Sure one can use a purpose built different ratio camera.  The option to crop is there however and in the current equipment the quality of results has never been higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of times lately this has been in my mind as I have been out and about with a camera.  I find that thinking this way actually permits a bit more freedom in shooting.  One can view a scene and not be forced to try to capture it in the constraints of the format dictated by the manufacturer of the tool being used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The images on today's post were all cropped after capture.  They were, however, made with the crop in mind.  That is slightly different than making an image and deciding later that it would look better cropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black and white image was also made with the camera set to monochrome.  This forced me to look at the tones more so than the colours.  True, some say always shoot in colour and convert later, thus having both options available.  That is a pretty good philosophy.  This time though, I decided to try to see the final image as a black and white one in a particular format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SbulggqQk-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/C3MyNraPSDk/s1600-h/jetty+bw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SbulggqQk-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/C3MyNraPSDk/s400/jetty+bw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313022163355210722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again it is all about thinking a little differently to one's normal pattern and seeing what results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So try a little different perspective in your shooting.  Look at the scene, not in the ratio of the tool you are using, but in a different mental ratio.  I would be interested to hear what results are obtained by thinking just a little differently on this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The final image, below, was not cropped.  In a way it is still a different perspective on the scene.&lt;br /&gt;The altered perspective in this instance can only be noticed by me and one other. It will not be readily apparent to the casual viewer.  You see, as mentioned at the start of this post, we all have personal perspectives on things.  Let me try to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I shot this wall several years ago, there was a friend standing beneath the sign.  We had been having a meal one night at a nearby Chinese Restaurant and saw the sign up a laneway as we were walking back to the car.  I was carrying a small compact digital and made an image of her standing and laughing because we both thought the words were somewhat appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this laneway by accident again last week.  I looked at the sign, smiled at the memory and made the image. Simple image, complex thoughts.  Thoughts such as wondering what the heck happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perspective is different not merely because one image is of a wall and a sign while the original, which I will not post, also had  a beautiful woman in it.  Rather, this is a different perspective in a symbolic, personal sense because she is in several ways no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Sbulhfk-YfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dX6O7gQVbDc/s1600-h/nuisance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Sbulhfk-YfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dX6O7gQVbDc/s400/nuisance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313022180244480498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-5746529849966001070?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/5746529849966001070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/5746529849966001070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/5746529849966001070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-perspective.html' title='Another perspective'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SbulhET0aYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iy8z3DkvaJQ/s72-c/panda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-6492854548449865352</id><published>2009-03-07T21:04:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:42:43.865+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikon D3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rollei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panasonic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sony'/><title type='text'>The best tool for the job?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SbJX0uRmH7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/8Mveb4Xgl5k/s1600-h/clouds+panasonic+++162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SbJX0uRmH7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/8Mveb4Xgl5k/s400/clouds+panasonic+++162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310403473909882802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the most common conversations and questions one hears from wanna be photographers is around the subject of which is the 'best camera'.  In fact there is a well known site dedicated to digital photography where the forum section is rife with comments from users of any particular brand of camera attacking other brands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If half these forum users actually spent time using their equipment rather than talking about it, perhaps the quality of their images would improve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Does it really matter to an individual which brand of equipment is used by someone else?   Who cares what your friends use?   Is it of such great importance that Mr. A uses brand X while Miss B uses Brand Y?   Who gives a toss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If the tools that you use do the job that you need them for, why care what anyone else uses?  Furthermore, because you don't use another brand, does that really mean that it is inferior to your own choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Having said that, does that mean that one can't hold strong views on the ability of certain tools?  No.   Brand loyalty is a fact of the commercial world.   Being satisfied with the purchases one makes and the subsequent ability of the equipment is actually vital.  No matter what anyone says, we all have preferences which are based upon experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, the reputation of a company and its products can be severely damaged by just a few unfortunate occurrences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the past year or so saw damage done to the reputation of Canon with severe focus problems in the 1D system.  Those problems and the response of the company to those problems left a sour taste among many hard-bitten professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, the length of time it took Nikon to produce its first so-called 'full frame' digital SLR, the D3, left many long time users less than happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In both instances many users decided to 'swap camps' and purchase the other brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sort of thinking flows down to the amateur, where serious money resides for any successful company.  It is in the realm of those amateurs where a lot of the petty 'brand wars' resides.  One could almost be forgiven for thinking that these folk actually have large parcels of shares in the respective companies and therefore their well-being is dependent on the success of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SbJX1rhekNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QZ7zKhp-EfY/s1600-h/lizzie+sweetwater+++161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SbJX1rhekNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QZ7zKhp-EfY/s400/lizzie+sweetwater+++161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310403490351059154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now- none of that is to say that the tools are unimportant in the picture making process as some would have you believe.  One should always try to use the best tool available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you shoot sports photography then there would be little point in trying to do so with a compact point and shoot.  You would use equipment that aids you in doing sports photography.   Similarly, if you worked exclusively in the studio, you would use the tools that best enable you to do so.  If hand held low light work is your main area of concern, you would of course choose the camera that performed that function better than its competitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.  I have used a particular brand for the last 28 years.  The brand has served me well.   During that time I have also used (and owned) many other brands and formats of cameras.  So I am fairly well entrenched in that one brand - Nikon.  It is not a blind loyalty, but one based on empirical information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do recognise however, that the main competitor, Canon, does have some wonderful equipment, particularly in the lenses.  They make good gear.   End of story.  I would not be confident however, about a lot of other brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few years have seen the end of some famous brands and serious shakeups in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minolta disappeared to be reborn as Sony.  Sony have done remarkable well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently the company that tried to save &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rollei&lt;/span&gt;, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Franke&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heidecke&lt;/span&gt;) filed for insolvency.  Thus ends one of the all time great cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness knows how long Pentax will be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Leica&lt;/span&gt; recently announced the end of production of its current R-series cameras.   Perhaps they will replace it with another, or perhaps concentrate on the M-series as well as the larger format S-series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That alone raises a serious question concerning Olympus.  While all other companies are  following the trend toward bigger sensors due to the painfully obvious better quality of a larger sensor, Olympus chose to throw all its efforts in producing a system based upon a smaller format sensor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it may have sounded like a good idea a few years ago, but come on - a sensor with quarter the area of a 35mm image? Expecting that it can hold its own in image quality against larger sensors?  Sorry folks. Unless some radical new technology comes along that will dramatically improve the quality, you have to be looking at a dead end format.  Argue it anyway you like Olympus, but you're starting the game with a handicap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, their cameras do perform well for certain uses. It's just that for serious blow up work, and especially high ISO work, they are at a disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a company lags in adopting new technologies it will not be long before it starts to feel the adverse results of such tardiness.  Furthermore, the economic climate these days is such that even the largest of companies needs to show caution.  It is a serious juggling of fiscal responsibility and spending to develop new equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the major players in a year, or in two years?  Though I hate to say it, I tend to think that there may be more who disappear.   It is not a large stretch of the imagination to think that in a couple of years there will be the 'big three'  -  Nikon, Canon and Sony.  Any others will more than likely be bit players if they have survived.  Of course, there are no guarantees that any of the 'big three' will survive either, but they have more of a chance than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is the best tool for the job?  What actually is the best camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's an easy one to answer.  The best camera is the one you have with you that does the job you need to get done.   Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from using Nikon I also use a compact point and shoot camera from another manufacturer, Panasonic.   I rarely leave my front door without a camera on me.  If I don't take one of the more serious tools I will be carrying said compact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The images on the post today were taken with that compact while I was on my usual evening stroll/run.  They are not great works of art.  There are obvious limitations to the image quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SbJX1V8UscI/AAAAAAAAAEI/arHEbRlfq0M/s1600-h/dead+bird+sweetwater+++160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SbJX1V8UscI/AAAAAAAAAEI/arHEbRlfq0M/s400/dead+bird+sweetwater+++160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310403484558078402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However - plainly I could not have made the images without having a camera with me.  Therefore, the best camera for me at that time was my little compact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heartily recommend getting a compact camera if you don't already possess one.   Take it everywhere.  Who knows when the opportunity to use it may occur.  Perhaps then you will agree with the above comments on it being the best camera - at that time, at that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing - brand loyalty can be a fine thing.  Just stay away from those whose loyalty is a blind loyalty and who are concerned more with equipment than actually using it for its intended purpose.  Get out and make images instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-6492854548449865352?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/6492854548449865352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-tool-for-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/6492854548449865352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/6492854548449865352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-tool-for-job.html' title='The best tool for the job?'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SbJX0uRmH7I/AAAAAAAAAEA/8Mveb4Xgl5k/s72-c/clouds+panasonic+++162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-1491630925813893677</id><published>2009-02-28T22:21:00.018+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:53:48.659+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Follow the dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Sakt72V7S0I/AAAAAAAAADg/0h2pPIJU9Mk/s1600-h/dance-berwick+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Sakt72V7S0I/AAAAAAAAADg/0h2pPIJU9Mk/s400/dance-berwick+03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307824142055852866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the sixth chapter of 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen, a conversation takes place between Sir William Lucas and Mr. Darcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sir William - "What a charming amusement for young people this is, Mr. Darcy!- There is nothing like dancing after all.-I consider it as one of the first refinements of polished societies."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mr. Darcy - "Certainly, Sir;-and it has the advantage also of being in vogue amongst the less polished societies of the world.-Every savage can dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That passage always amused me, as with one simple statement of fact a rather pretentious bubble was burst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In fact every society has its form of dance - indeed most societies have a multitude of dance forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Saku2fwfSFI/AAAAAAAAADo/msBCI2cpbNE/s1600-h/dance-berwick+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Saku2fwfSFI/AAAAAAAAADo/msBCI2cpbNE/s400/dance-berwick+04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307825149605529682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some folk even refer to the 'dance of life' just to describe normal daily activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's cool - whatever floats their boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess life is a bit of a dance.  It has its movements, its pace changes, its rhythms and beats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's one of the reasons I love street photography and photojournalistic styles of photography.  Trying to capture the rhythm of life in a single instance. Attempting to convey a story in a single image or in just a few images.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year it is one of my aims to produce a body of work around the theme of 'dance'.  The main way in which that will happen is in collaboration with the &lt;a href="http://www.cathy-lea.com/"&gt;Cathy-Lea Academy of Performing Arts. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some time I've had a vague idea about working with such an academy and recently had talks with Cathy Lea.  There is a slight difference between this project and others that I have worked on in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The main difference is that there is actually no defined outcome, no defined timeline and no formal project management in place!  Yep - I can hear you now shouting "Recipe for disaster!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Sakro_6ASSI/AAAAAAAAADY/JI0wwaVmDLw/s1600-h/dance-berwick+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height:234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Sakro_6ASSI/AAAAAAAAADY/JI0wwaVmDLw/s400/dance-berwick+01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307821619182324002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe - maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Actually it is an intriguing concept for both parties.  It won't cost anything except some time and some petrol money - big deal.  As we see it, the project will actually take on a life of its own in a somewhat 'organic' way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basically it will be a visual diary, or a 'year in the life' type of project.  I'll visit the studios to observe classes, watch rehearsals, attend performances and record the minutiae of the workings of the academy.  Paraphernalia, equipment, candid portraits, gestures, light, form and movement are what I want to capture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SakwZjYYX0I/AAAAAAAAADw/_pfAbUJOBLA/s1600-h/dance-berwick+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SakwZjYYX0I/AAAAAAAAADw/_pfAbUJOBLA/s400/dance-berwick+02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307826851385204546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eventually we will no doubt get our heads together to try to decide what we will do with the images.  In the meantime hopefully a reasonable body of work will be compiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Should be interesting and I am certainly excited by the prospects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every now and then I'll post an image or two on this site.  These images were made in the backstage area while the dancers were waiting for their stage time at an outdoor performance.  I hope you will enjoy the work as it is revealed.  As always, please feel free to leave your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that the images on the Cathy Lea Academy site are not my images.  All credit and copyright for images currently on that site belong to other photographers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your dance is - keep dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-1491630925813893677?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/1491630925813893677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/02/follow-dance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/1491630925813893677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/1491630925813893677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/02/follow-dance.html' title='Follow the dance!'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/Sakt72V7S0I/AAAAAAAAADg/0h2pPIJU9Mk/s72-c/dance-berwick+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-9105977565532050810</id><published>2009-02-21T22:51:00.012+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:39:13.541+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day's light.</title><content type='html'>Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life we need to look at things a little differently from the way in which we normally view them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZ_uRsgKjkI/AAAAAAAAADI/m-lukt1eot0/s1600-h/balloons+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZ_uRsgKjkI/AAAAAAAAADI/m-lukt1eot0/s400/balloons+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305220873836990018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image of the balloons here kind of sums that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen balloon flights over my home town of Melbourne plenty of times.  I've even ridden in an early morning balloon flight over Melbourne.  On more than one occasion I have gotten an image of the balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time a few different elements came into play.  I made this image when I was on the 24th floor of a large building. The info indicates it was 6.10 a.m. - I'm fairly well known among my associates as one who doesn't get too much sleep.  I was up at around 4.15 or so, then a one hour drive into town etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing something else when I noticed the glow of the sunrise come into the office.  Being what I am, I naturally had a camera with me.  So the obvious thing to do was to make an image.  I grabbed the camera, went to the window and what you see here is what greeted me.  Serendipity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course more than one image was made, but I prefer this one.  It's a bit soft due to the very dirty windows, but sometimes there are things we can't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't matter to me because even if I was not the photographer, I would still love this shot because it clearly resonates with me as someone who loves living in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has the Dandenong Ranges in the distance.  It has the Melbourne Cricket Ground in the foreground.  It has the Ferris Wheel that was in that location for a better part of a year. It has that glow that often bathes the city in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any native of Melbourne would look at this shot and know the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched the sunrise over Melbourne hundreds of times.  I reckon this was one of my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often we take things for granted. It's good to remember that and to try to enjoy each day and each relationship while they last.  It's always good to acknowledge those in your life who hold a special place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that spirit, here is a quick grab shot of my niece, Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZ_3vwux7aI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Dc6pDYLN9DM/s1600-h/Laura+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZ_3vwux7aI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Dc6pDYLN9DM/s400/Laura+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305231285972757922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was taken a while back and she was unaware I was taking the shot.  It's not the world's greatest ever portrait, but nor does it pretend to be so.  Just a quick shot at a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without going into too much detail Laura and some other family members have been estranged.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and I have always got on marvelously.  Probably something to do with the fact that she has got the same sick sense of humour as I have.  She is my niece and I am very fond of her. Indeed I love her as I do my own kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am glad that we are not estranged and that we still have open communication on a fairly regular basis even though we live hundreds of kilometers apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one day she will be reconciled with the others.  Who knows? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know in life is that tomorrow another sunrise happens.  What we choose to do or what we choose to feel, how we choose to act or what we choose to say won't affect the sunrise at all.  It will happen and the day will bring forth new joys and new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it brings, try to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-9105977565532050810?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/9105977565532050810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-days-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/9105977565532050810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/9105977565532050810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-days-light.html' title='A new day&apos;s light.'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZ_uRsgKjkI/AAAAAAAAADI/m-lukt1eot0/s72-c/balloons+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-4210460597682676476</id><published>2009-02-14T19:29:00.023+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:30:33.432+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>Return to beauty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For all of you who place special importance on this date - February 14th - here's an image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZaIN5M4BRI/AAAAAAAAACY/Wq0Sn3YjdWw/s1600-h/080419+113+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZaIN5M4BRI/AAAAAAAAACY/Wq0Sn3YjdWw/s320/080419+113+small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302575383549838610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This was taken a few months back while I was engaged in my usual evening walk along the local beach.  I saw the young couple who appeared to be tourists from the Far East.  They walked out toward the water's edge and when they stopped I made the photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, for all of you who are in love with that someone special, or who ever have been - this shot is for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the previous post I touched on what I consider the importance of 'getting the shot'.  I mentioned that we are surrounded everyday by beautiful things as well as things that are not so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kinda gets one to thinking about beauty itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dictionary defines it as "That quality or assemblage of qualities which gives the eye or the other senses intense pleasure; or that characteristic in a material object or an abstraction which gratifies the intellect or the moral feeling."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZaNYBzBGaI/AAAAAAAAACw/RvZmkuTfBq4/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZaNYBzBGaI/AAAAAAAAACw/RvZmkuTfBq4/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302581055214131618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does that mean that in the non-beautiful there is beauty if it gives intense pleasure? I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZaKEk9uD_I/AAAAAAAAACg/tQH12UtG1I4/s1600-h/yarra+morn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZaKEk9uD_I/AAAAAAAAACg/tQH12UtG1I4/s320/yarra+morn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302577422521995250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the old adage is true - "beauty is in the eye of the beholder".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I do know is that each of us interprets it differently.  Reckon that may be a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some, beauty is found in the face of their newborn child.  For others, a glorious sunset or other wonder of creation.  Yet others find their beauty in music, whether it be Mozart or Led Zeppelin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZaKttuk9SI/AAAAAAAAACo/-QuSCTIHjmY/s1600-h/statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZaKttuk9SI/AAAAAAAAACo/-QuSCTIHjmY/s320/statue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302578129249039650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All of those things bring some sort of joy and pleasure and I always enjoy anything that brings a smile because of some indefinable aesthetic, but for me the holy grail has always been and probably will always be the smile of a pretty woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have known many beautiful women in my time. For each that came into my life in a meaningful way I can actually recall where we met and what I thought the first time I saw her - except for one who left me void of all conscious thought for about ten seconds (and we still laugh about that!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thing is, after a while you don't notice the physical beauty. It becomes secondary to their character. Tell me - isn't that a more important kind of beauty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then every now and again you might suddenly catch a pose or look or a glance which brings the beauty crashing back upon you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kate Bush sang about "beauty's potency".  How right she was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZaOBYDxMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/THsjNKUpQOE/s1600-h/charmaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZaOBYDxMFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/THsjNKUpQOE/s320/charmaine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302581765564608594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It can be a powerful thing, whether in a person, in Art or in nature itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me, I'll always been in awe of the beautiful things I come across or in the beautiful people I meet or know.  It's just the way it is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I guess photographers, along with other visual artists notice the everyday beauty more than those who are not inclined toward an artistic or creative way of thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; It may be that you simply notice the light.  Or perhaps some overgrown statue or figurine catches your eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It could be the pattern that the receding tide makes in the sand. It could be anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's why I love to carry a camera with me at all times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps it is a passion - although I think it may have gone beyond that to become an addiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps my attempts at photography are nothing more that a vain attempt to capture it for all time, to prevent it leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or, perhaps, I am merely one of those whom Leonard Cohen described as being "oppressed by the figures of beauty".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stay safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-4210460597682676476?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/4210460597682676476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/02/return-to-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/4210460597682676476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/4210460597682676476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/02/return-to-beauty.html' title='Return to beauty?'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SZaIN5M4BRI/AAAAAAAAACY/Wq0Sn3YjdWw/s72-c/080419+113+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-246012239280443444</id><published>2009-02-07T22:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:03:00.619+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You either do, or you don't!</title><content type='html'>Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had a brief conversation with a friend who has a very keen interest in photography and a reasonable ability as a photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at a picnic with a large circle of acquaintances. During the day another group of young individuals paraded up and down the nearby street, draped in the Australian flag and loudly and proudly extolling the virtues of being a good 'Aussie'.&lt;br /&gt;It was easy to see that alcohol played a big part in their public bravado.&lt;br /&gt;Before too long a couple of police vehicles arrived and the officers conducted a few breath tests on the youngsters. There was no trouble and after a while all parties went their separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did take the chance however, to walk up to the group and make a couple of quick shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SY17j3cxBsI/AAAAAAAAABw/T2N3cIYjuqk/s1600-h/flag+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SY17j3cxBsI/AAAAAAAAABw/T2N3cIYjuqk/s320/flag+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300028192595183298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SY17jnJnBHI/AAAAAAAAABo/iNzpZjqE2rk/s1600-h/flag+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SY17jnJnBHI/AAAAAAAAABo/iNzpZjqE2rk/s320/flag+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300028188219868274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(one of them was a bit mouthy and suggested a little physical confrontation - easy to be a hero with mates around - he woulda lasted about five seconds had he tried anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the shots, my young photographic acquaintance mentioned that he admired how I walked up and got the shots. I stressed to him that you either do - or you don't. You either get the shot or you don't. You either are a photographer - or you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If in any situation there is a question on getting the shot or not - go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to use it, sell it, display it or make it in anyway public if you have second thoughts.  However - if you don't get the image - it's all a moot point. You can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day another member of the picnic decided to take a dive into the water and ripped his head open on a submerged rock.  When I got a couple of shots of him being bandaged prior to a trip to hospital - a couple of folk voiced displeasure that I would actually photograph it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SY17j7ey6vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YGMyNgSqgLM/s1600-h/bandage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SY17j7ey6vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YGMyNgSqgLM/s320/bandage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300028193677437682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SY17j33pUCI/AAAAAAAAACA/4kExcJuo-rc/s1600-h/head+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SY17j33pUCI/AAAAAAAAACA/4kExcJuo-rc/s320/head+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300028192707924002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon! You either do or you don't!   Simple.   Later that evening after his return and with the good news that there was no fracture, just a nasty gash requiring stitches, he asked for copies of the shots.  He had no problem with it - why should others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last May I was visiting another friend who is a fairly good landscape photographer and who has a small gallery of work in Cheltenham, Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also present were his son-in-law who runs a photo studio adjacent to the gallery, and another friend who is a keen photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We noticed a train stopped across the level crossing. Someone said "trains broke".&lt;br /&gt;I replied "Nah - it's a jumper. Someone's gone under it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly my comment was nearer the truth.  A young lady (an actress from a popular Australian kid's TV show) had fallen onto the tracks and been hit by the train.  Sadly for her, her family and friends, she did not survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of us there in the gallery/studio had cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of us walked over and made a few images.  Sure that might stick in some folks throats.  It might make some people as angry as all hell.&lt;br /&gt;When I made the shots I got a lot of abuse from bystanders.&lt;br /&gt;One nasty little fellow screamed at me saying I was obscene.  I suggested he travel to Afghanistan if he really wanted to see something obscene.  Those people couldn't see the hypocrisy of them rubber-necking for a better look and complaining about me getting the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SY17kdxB-mI/AAAAAAAAACI/0Xx5ttvUJ48/s1600-h/cheltenham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SY17kdxB-mI/AAAAAAAAACI/0Xx5ttvUJ48/s320/cheltenham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300028202880727650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You either do - or you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - what's the point of all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are surrounded everyday by beautiful things and things which are not so beautiful.  Both are a fact of daily existence.  You may choose to photograph whatever you desire.  You may choose not to photograph something.  Each is equally valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you choose, allow others to make the same choice.  Non-judgmentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the most memorable images ever made are actually of things we would prefer not to have happened. - Brady's images of the American Civil war.  The execution of a Viet Cong member in Saigon.  Countless other images from that war and a whole host of other conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;Poverty - think the FSA images of the dust bowl era in the US.   Famine - how many moving images have come out of Africa in the past 25 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did any of those images have an impact on any viewer so as to bring about any change?  Of course they did.  Countless millions have been raised in the almost futile fight against poverty.    Public opinion in America helped finish the Vietnam war.  Again the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few personal incidents I mentioned earlier won't bring about great change in anything.  In fact the images are not in same league as the famous images mentioned.  However, the attitude is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You either do, or you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-246012239280443444?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/246012239280443444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-either-do-or-you-dont.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/246012239280443444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/246012239280443444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-either-do-or-you-dont.html' title='You either do, or you don&apos;t!'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SY17j3cxBsI/AAAAAAAAABw/T2N3cIYjuqk/s72-c/flag+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187669755213500710.post-7472173380577432431</id><published>2009-01-12T22:23:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:55:33.588+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nikon D700'/><title type='text'>Nikon D700 and street photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                    Welcome.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; text-decoration: underline; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWsyuvyaGzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BXEzNkZAwCg/s320/jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290377965960043314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunday saw the Chinese/Vietnamese Lunar New Year festival being held at Footscray in the west of Melbourne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Along with friend and fellow photographer &lt;a href="http://sheltonmuller.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelton Muller&lt;/a&gt;  - that's him on his back getting a shot of a martial arts performer - I decided to spend part of the day enjoying the festivities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a perfect opportunity to see how good the Nikon D700 is for street photography. Up until now I have been using Nikon's D300, D200 and D90 coupled to various Nikkor lenses. I had for some time been interested in the alleged benefits of the 'FX' format as Nikon likes to call the mis-named 'full frame' format.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However I wasn't all that keen on lugging a D3 around for street work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So when the Nikon D700 was released it seemed to be the perfect combination &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWu5UMgaHdI/AAAAAAAAABY/_WjnJRoTs9U/s1600-h/dragonhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWu5UMgaHdI/AAAAAAAAABY/_WjnJRoTs9U/s320/dragonhead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290525943882456530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of D3 ability shoe-horned into a D300 body. Just what the doctor ordered!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me tell you in no uncertain terms. The D700 is superbly designed, produces awesome images - especially in low light/high ISO situations - and has all the ergonomic benefits of the Nikon D300 with a few extra features thrown in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are plenty of other sites where you can find comprehensive reviews of this fine camera, so I won't rehash any of the info that you already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suffice it to say - if you are looking for a capable tool brilliantly designed and able to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;perform    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;under v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;irtually an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;situation, the Nikon D7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;0 should fit the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;l.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most of the images made on the day were with the Nikkor 35mm f2 AF-D len&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s. I find this lens to be wonderfully suited to this type of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh  - with all the horror price rises about t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o hit in most parts of the globe - get the camera now if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you are plann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ing on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; getting one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why the heck would you want to wait and pay hundreds more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs0MUPi6iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/od2JaffZFYk/s320/falun+swastika.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290379573473765922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy shooting and stay safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/187669755213500710-7472173380577432431?l=williefagan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/feeds/7472173380577432431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/01/nikon-d700-and-street-photography.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/7472173380577432431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/187669755213500710/posts/default/7472173380577432431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://williefagan.blogspot.com/2009/01/nikon-d700-and-street-photography.html' title='Nikon D700 and street photography'/><author><name>Willie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340234422334227647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWs9XthhSXI/AAAAAAAAABA/RCPyvhBalhY/S220/post+no+bills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZK6vifWq7Ik/SWsyuvyaGzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BXEzNkZAwCg/s72-c/jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
